Laugh with me?

This is the funniest thing I have ever seen. Please take a moment to watch – if you’re down, I practically guarantee this will make you smile for at least a minute. The whole thing is just unintended comic genius.

Definitely better than photos of cake, nice though they were!!! I love thinking of the production behind this. Possibly more hysterical than the finished product. Oh to be a fly on the wall at MTV Sweden in, 1980? Did MTV even exist then? There’s NO WAY this came out post-MTV but it says it right on the video. Perhaps it was a hopeful late submission!

Honestly, me too. You notice new oddities every time you watch it too, I first actually listened the last lyric lines last night, usually I’m too doubled over pissing myself by then…classic! My friend Linda posted this on my page a long time ago (FB) & I am actually working on setting up a blog based on her crazy paragraph size stories & dreams. She makes me laugh so hard. So maybe, since this was a Linda discovery, you will like that page once I get the energy to put some effort into it 🙂

Mother of god. The Peruvians really own the genre, but I’m glad our A Team from Sweden wins best overall worst. Funny, I run a haiku site on FB but we are only 1/2 haiku & we recently had a bad 70s music videos showdown – mine was Captain & Tenille. Except he had a mustache & looked vaguely like my dad in that video. Muskrat, good lord, sometimes the government needs to step in!

Oh thank you so much for bringing this to my attention!I have now found my true calling – I wanna be one of those backup dancers and learn that routine!!!!
As soon as I can stop laughing and breath again that is!!:)

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